On the final straightaway, his hovercraft transformed into its airborne mode. But he didn't pull up. He drove his flying machine into the reflection.
The sky above the Caravan wasn't a sky at all. It was a wound. A spiraling kaleidoscope of neon purple and burnt orange, where reality bled into the digital sea. Dr. Eggman, standing on the bow of his transformed Egg Monitor hovercraft, watched the fracture grow. He wasn't gloating. For once, he was terrified.
Behind him, the Collection collapsed. The lost tracks rained down as harmless light. Beat remembered his beats. Gilius flexed his arm and grinned. Sonic All Stars Racing Transformed Collection
The “Transformed Collection” was his greatest mistake.
Every time his reflection passed him, he felt a layer peel away. He forgot the taste of a chili dog. He forgot the sound of Tails’ laughter. He forgot the color of Amy’s dress. He was becoming a vector—a line of motion without meaning. On the final straightaway, his hovercraft transformed into
The race lasted one lap. But for Sonic, it lasted a thousand years.
On the starting line of the lost track, Sunset Coast: Oblivion , Sonic stood next to his transformed Speed Star—now a gnarled, reef-encrusted hovercraft that looked half-drowned. He wasn't running. He was waiting. The sky above the Caravan wasn't a sky at all
That was the horror of the Transformed Collection. The tracks didn't just shift from land to sea to air. They shifted through time. One moment, Sonic was skimming the aqueducts of Rogue's Landing , the next he was inside a shard of Green Hill Zone that felt wrong—the water was too slow, the flowers were grey, and the Checkpoint Orbs wept tears of pure data.